On the second morning after my 20th birthday, a miracle happened. On that day, I found out the truth: my fiance had had a hidden lover, my very own cousin. After that, I decided not to believe in love anymore, and died miserably.

When I woke up, I was in my past. This time, I want to have a relationship with no strings attached, and without any superficial feelings such as love. So I proposed a marriage; a marriage that would be nothing more than to keep up appearances, where there would be no love involved. "Duke Agentine, will you marry me?"